12 April, 2006

Secret

To put it simple I want to kill you,
No not really…but I could…but I wouldn’t,
You’d like me if you knew what I went through,
You could….but you shouldn’t,

Identities revealed are friendships lost,
Why must it be so, why wear I a mask?
Pride, differences, these must be tossed,
If we are to exist, we must stay on task.

To end this poem, to end this rhyme,
I have to say it, no I can’t…or can I?
I’ll say I’m sorry one more time,
To Ashley and Shannon whom I defied.

Now that that’s over I can finally say,
You go to hell Christopher Lowell,
I’ve won it my way.

9 comments:

Bathroom Hippo said...


I could have added:
"And you are gay" but I felt it would subtract from the meaning.

Lee Ann said...

You Ok Hippo...sounds like you need a massage cutie.

Bathroom Hippo said...


I'm fine. Back to normal. Going out for Pizza. Want to come? I'll let you cover the cost. It's what friends are for.

Phats said...

Hmm interesting post today. I hope it's Bucky tonight

mkecurler said...

Hippo,
I wish I could drive the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile to your house!

I have a story about Mr. Lowell, missing luggage and a hissy fit that all took place in WI.

Bathroom Hippo said...



Wow. Do Tell. I could use this against him.

Mentok said...

Poetry? Whassup with that? Maybe you're shell-shocked from the battle. Medic!
;-)

Phats said...

The Oscar Meyer wienermobile made a stop on the Purdue campus this year and visited the All American Marching Band

A. B. Chairiet said...

Lovely poem, Mr. Hippo.

And I forgive you completely. :)

Also: I've actually been inside the wienermobile! Auditioned for a commercial as a kid.

Happy Thursday!
~ Ash